We all know there is something marvellous and mysterious about the great bright orb that illuminates the night sky.
I remember as a child gazing up at the moon, never believing adults who said it was made of cheese. I couldn’t bear the thought of it being eaten. I did, however, wonder if there was a girl in the moon. What sort of house did she live in? Was she lonely? How did she get there? What did she do all day? What did she look like? Was she ever coming home? Would she fall out of the sky?
All this week, I have been celebrating the first full moon of January by mentioning how it inspires imagination. As today is designated Cuddle-Up day, I am connecting the moon … Continue reading
My theme this week is the moon. It was full on Tuesday and kicked off the New Year. Poets, painters, musicians, artists, philosophers and psychologists have always been fascinated with our nearest … Continue reading